NYRA'S POV.

I stirred awake as my eyes parted open. I was on the bed. The blanket covered me to my chin, tucked like someone had come in while I was gone. My heart pounded, stomach flipping in confusion. I remembered falling asleep by the door, tears soaking my skin until I had gone numb. Now I was warm, like someone had lifted me, placed me, cared enough to cover me. A shiver rolled through me. I looked around fast, the room was dim, the heavy curtains pulled shut. On the table was a tray of ...